The Heartwood i am the self-consumer of my woes—

Now with the safety of her group within calling distance, Wraen felt safe to wander the area of Heartwood, where she had run into the mauled Redhawk wolf. For a long time she had not dared to return here, the memories of his ravaged face haunting her, but now - as she explored the same place, there was no sign of the said wolf, nor any sign of other creature. Fresh snow with hardly any tracks, which was a bit curious, but the young wolf paid this fact no mind, because she had caught scent of a stranger. 

It took a little time to locate the exact source, but once within the scope of her radar, she moved swiftly towards the place, until she came to a very peculiar sight. A white wolf lying on the ground with a stone placed between her forepaws. Was she playing? If she was - a rock was a strange choice for a toy. Intrigued, but not feeling brave enough to interrupt, Wraen settled on her haunches and watched the other quietly.